[Lu Xiaofeng] Hidden Forest of Flowers and Leaves

Han Tiecheng was finally drunk.He suddenly fell down on the table, the wine glass in his hand was about to be poured out, but was caught by Santong ingeniously.

He took the wine glass in Han Tiecheng's hand, drank it down, looked at Han Tiecheng, and said in his heart: "Some people want to get drunk but can't get drunk. Has Uncle Han ever been drunk in these years? Even if he wants to get drunk, I'm afraid he will worry about it." Take care of Yexin."

Looking up, across the table, Ye Xin and Qitong were talking and laughing.

At the dinner table in their family, there is no rule of not talking.When eating, it is a time for the family to get together, exchange some trivial things in life, and exchange feelings.

It was precisely because he saw such a scene that Uncle Han was able to get drunk with peace of mind.

Perhaps many of his sufferings can be vented in his drunken dreams.

The fourth boy beckoned to the third boy: "Third brother, come here quickly, we haven't had a drink yet."

Santong went over with the cup: "You drink one cup after another, you think I didn't see it?"

In the evening, Han Ye followed Huamanlou to his courtyard.Qiu Suping pulled Han Ye, originally she had a lot to say, but was persuaded by Hua Ruhai, saying that Ye Xin was weak and needed to rest early, so Qiu Suping reluctantly let go of her hand and watched Han Ye walk away. I can't stop sighing.

Putting Hua Ruhai's hand on her shoulder, she said: "From now on we will be together, don't rush this moment."

Tears welled up in Qiu Suping's eyes: "You don't know, as soon as I saw him, I thought of Mingzhu... Junior sister passed away so badly, she..." Qiu Suping fell into Hua Ruhai's arms and began to cry.

Hua Ruhai stroked his wife's back, comforting her.

In fact, why isn't he very melancholy in his heart?It's just that these "outsiders" feel so uncomfortable when they think of that incident, let alone Han Tiecheng?

And how could he be blamed for living in seclusion in the mountains for so many years and not going out behind closed doors?

Han Ye and Hua Manlou returned to their room. Not long after they rested, they saw a woman leading a few maidservants in with bottles and basins to help them wash.Han Ye was very unaccustomed to being served by others, and when he saw the fourteen or fifteen-year-old maid in bright colors trying to wipe his face for him, he backed away in fright.The little maid said, "Master Han, you keep retreating like this, how can I get your face?"

Hua Manlou let out a "puchi" laugh.He took the face towel from the little girl's hand, and said to Han Ye: "Brother Xiao Han, come here, Brother Qi will wash your face."

Han Ye was furious, grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it over.

Hua Manlou reached out to catch it with a gentle movement, as if he had picked up the teacup himself.

He said with a straight face: "Xiao Ye, it's not good to throw things when you get angry."

Han Ye couldn't tell when Hua Manlou was joking and when he was serious.

But this action is too childish!He blushed again.

If Huamanlou knew that the person who threw the cup had a 20-year-old soul, how would he feel?

"Okay, my young masters, please wash up quickly, and then go to bed, okay?" The woman who had been watching from the side took the tea cup in Hua Manlou's hand, put it on the table, and said.

Hua Manlou's face also turned red.He glanced at Han Ye, put down the washcloth, and said, "I'm going to sleep first."

When Hua Manlou entered the bedroom, the woman rubbed the face towel again, and waved to Han Ye: "Young Master Han, don't be surprised, Mr. Seven sometimes has a very thin skin."

Han Ye was also very embarrassed, bowed his head and said, "I know."

The woman gently wiped Han Ye's face with a washcloth.Her movements are so gentle, so gentle that Han Ye is a little nostalgic.

Han Ye finally washed up under the arrangement of the woman.The woman ordered the servant girls to remove the pots and pans, clean their hands, and light incense.

"Mr. Han, you have worked hard all day, so you should rest early."

Han Ye said, "You too." He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What's your name?"

The woman covered her lips and smiled: "How can a servant be worthy of the word 'you'? You can just call me 'He Gu'."

Han Ye nodded: "Thank you, Gu He."

Hua Manlou was sleeping beside the bed, with his back facing the outside.

Knowing that he was making a fuss, Han Ye sighed softly, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed.

He Gu tucked the corners of the quilt for them, and put down the bed curtain.

The lights in the room were blown out.After a while, a faint light came on.

Not starlight.Although the stars are shining tonight, there is no moon.

Han Ye couldn't sleep, he looked at the top of the tent, wondering what is this soft light?

Hua Manlou was originally sleeping face-in, but when Han Ye went to bed, he closed his eyes tightly.Han Ye lay motionless on the bed, and after a long time, he heard Hua Manlou say, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Han Ye looked over and saw that Hua Manlou's eyes were still closed.

He said, "How do you know I'm not asleep?"

"Just know."

Han Ye suddenly felt a pain in his heart, turned his head away, and said, "I can't sleep."

Hua Manlou got out of the quilt, lay down like Han Ye, and looked at the ceiling.

The two did not speak for a long time.

"Hua Man Lou, are you afraid of the dark?" Han Ye asked suddenly.

Hua Manlou closed his eyes, waited for a while, and opened them again: "It seems that I am not afraid."

"If you were alone in a dark room, would you be afraid?"

Hua Manlou thought for a while, "I'm not afraid."

"If falling out of this dark room is dangerous, if you take a wrong step, your life may be in danger. Are you afraid?"

Hua Manlou turned to look at Han Ye.He saw that Han Ye's application was very serious, mixed with unspeakable discomfort.The discomfort seemed to be a kind of fear and sympathy for what was about to happen.

Hua Manlou said: "Xiao Ye, you are actually asking me if I am afraid of death."

Han Ye's face turned pale.

Hua Manlou turned his head again and looked at the ceiling.He thought for a while and said, "I think, only when I meet her will I know if I'm afraid."

Han Ye suddenly grabbed his hand: "You won't meet."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "These things are uncertain. How can you guarantee that your life will be safe and smooth? Besides, I'm only seven years old, and there are still many days to come."

Han Ye said: "If you are in danger, someone will definitely rescue you. Don't forget, you are a child of the Hua family."

Hua Manlou said: "It's not right to think so. Whether I am a child of the Hua family or not, I may encounter danger. The danger I encounter will not be more than ordinary people, nor will it be less than ordinary people."

Han Ye thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. However, if there are any accidents in life, I hope we will not be afraid."

Hua Manlou nodded.

Looking over, he saw that Han Ye had closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

He was a little surprised by what Han Ye said tonight.What Han Ye thought was really worrying.

Maybe he stayed on the mountain alone with Uncle Han for a long time, and Uncle Han is not such an amiable person, which caused him to keep everything in his stomach, and then he thought about it more and more?

I have to talk about him slowly and carefully in the future.

There are many joys in life, even if you encounter a little misfortune, that joy does not mean that you completely leave him.

It's like closing your eyes. Although you can't see the soft light of the night pearl, isn't the chirping of the autumn insects clearer?

There are also the sound of the autumn wind shaking the leaves, the sound of the watchman waking up in the distance, and the sweet fragrance floating in the air that lulls people to sleep...

All in all, let people go to sleep quickly.

Hua Manlou held Han Ye's hand and fell asleep.

Before dawn in the morning, Huamanlou opened his eyes.He felt a little numbness in his arm, and when he looked around, it turned out that Han Yexin was still holding his hand when he fell asleep.The sleeping Han Yexin frowned.

Hua Manlou quietly pulled out her hand, got out of bed and got dressed.

When Han Yexin woke up, it was already bright outside.

He fell into a drowsy sleep, and just got up from the bed when he saw a girl in emerald green clothes roll up the curtain and smiled at him: "Mr. Han, you are up."

Another girl brought a basin of water and was about to help Han Ye wash up.

Han Ye got out of bed, took the cup and toothbrush in the girl's hand, and smiled sweetly: "Sister tells me how to use it, and I will do the rest myself."

The two girls looked at each other and smiled.

After washing up, a girl held a new set of ochre-yellow clothes.

"This is a new dress made for Young Master Han according to the figure of Master Seven. Please try it on, Young Master Han. If it doesn't fit, the servants will go down and change it."

Han Ye looked at the clothes and said, "This?"

The girl holding the clothes smiled: "Young Master Han is thinking now, why do you have all the clothes when you are not here?"

Han Ye nodded.He would understand if he was directly wearing clothes full of flowers.

"Madam will make clothes for Young Master Han every year and every season. She has long been looking forward to your coming!"

With that said, the girls began to dress Han Ye.

Han Ye was at their mercy, but he was very moved in his heart.Before coming to this world, he had never worn the clothes bought by that woman once.Now that I'm here, I suddenly have this feeling.

Han Ye was so sad that he didn't know how to describe it.This was Han Yexin's, but now he has taken it.

He suddenly thought, if Han Yexin came back, would he be able to exchange everything with him without any worries?

Saying goodbye to people who made him feel too warm to leave in just one day.

"Mr. Han's figure is similar to that of Mr. Seventh, but a little thinner." The girl said while helping Han Ye arrange his clothes.

"I don't agree with that!" Hua Manlou's voice came from outside the door.Han Ye looked back and saw Hua Manlou walking in wearing a black dress and holding a sword.With this attire, his skin is fairer and his eyes are bright. He is only a seven-year-old child, but he is very charming.

There was still a thin layer of sweat on Hua Manlou's face.He walked over and circled Han Ye, gestured with his hand, and said, "Shorter than me."

Han Ye said indifferently: "The president will grow taller."

Hua Manlou was a little surprised: "Brother Xiao Han, I just missed you for one night, and you have learned to be so calm."

Han Ye sighed intentionally, and said, "Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black."

Hua Manlou said: "I don't understand what you said. But according to my understanding, you have become cunning."

Han Ye was wearing the ochre-yellow clothes, with light gauze on the outside and layers on the inside, which covered his thin figure and showed a bit of nobility.

The two chatted for a while, and the maids helped Hua Manlou wash up again, and then went to have breakfast together after he changed into a suit of clothes.

After eating, the two each took a book and sat at the table.After a while, Hua Wujuan, the second youngest of the Hua family, stepped in.With a smile on his face, Hua Wujuan said, "You two are quite active."

Hua Manlou made a face behind his back.Han Ye is serious.

Hua Wujuan picked up the book Han Ye was reading and flipped through it: "The Analects of Confucius, the words of the sages, you can also read it." Then he said to Huamanlou: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go out?"

Hua Manlou lifted the sword on the table and walked out.

Hua Wujuan followed him, and said, "Take a look at the frightening sword technique I taught last time."

I saw Hua Manlou standing still in the yard, showing his posture, flicking his long sword, pulling out a sword flower, and began to practice.That set of swordsmanship was very fast, and Han Ye only saw a little bit of white light shining from the tip of the sword.Hua Manlou's figure is wrapped in this silver light, looming, it is really exquisite.

When the light of the sword stopped, he put the sword back into its sheath, Hua Manlou put it away, and looked at Hua Wujuan.

Hua Wujuan smiled meaningfully.

After looking at it for a while with folded arms, he said: "Xiaoqi, there are two stone piers over there, go get them and carry them, and put them down when I say it's okay." After saying that, he went back to the house.

Han Ye was still in a daze, because he was really shocked by this set of swordsmanship, and at the same time, his blood was surging, hoping that he could also practice a set of swordsmanship.

He was about to talk to Hua Wujuan when he saw Huamanlou lightly picking up two stone piers and standing in the middle of the yard with his hands raised.

Han Ye was a little curious. He walked over and poked the stone pier. Seeing that it was indeed a genuine material, he exclaimed, "It's amazing, it's amazing."

Hua Manlou gave him a sideways look, but said nothing.

Han Ye wondered: "You usually talk a lot, why don't you say a word now?"

Hua Manlou simply looked towards the empty space, but still didn't speak.

Han Ye was even more curious, yelling strangely, teasing Huamanlou left and right, no matter how much he teased, Huamanlou would not speak.

Seeing a stick of incense passing by, Han Ye dropped the weed in his hand and said, "If you don't say it, then don't say it, alas, it's so boring."

After that, he walked into the house.After walking a few steps, he turned his head abruptly, and saw that Hua Manlou was still stern and did not speak.

Han Ye was really surprised, but seeing that Huamanlou had been standing with the stone pier for so long, it was probably difficult for him to speak, so he really stopped teasing him and went into the house.

Hua Wujuan stood by the table and flipped through the copybooks.

Seeing him coming in, Hua Wujuan said: "Brother Xiaohan, what do you want to learn?"

Han Ye frowned and said, "I don't know either." He suddenly remembered, and said, "Can I learn martial arts?"

Hua Wujuan looked him up and down, then squeezed his arm.

Han Ye was full of anticipation, but only heard Hua Wujuan say: "You are too thin, your foundation is poor, and it is difficult to learn." After that, he smiled: "Are you afraid of difficulties?"

Han Ye thought for a while, but didn't answer.He used to watch those gymnasts training on TV, and he was exhausted for them.Maybe learning martial arts is more tiring than learning gymnastics.

He really didn't have the confidence to persevere.

Hua Wujuan said: "Besides, if I want to teach you martial arts, I have to agree with Uncle Han. If Uncle Han is willing to let you learn martial arts, why didn't he entrust you with his Lihun Saber technique?"

"Soul-leaving knife technique?"

Hua Wujuan's eyes lit up: "That's Uncle Han's famous stunt. You have been living in seclusion on the mountain, no wonder you don't know it. Back then, Uncle Han used a Soul-Living Knife and his own Soul-Living Knife technique, and he was very powerful in the Jianghu. It has created a myth. To be honest, I really want to see it.” After speaking, he sighed again: “It’s a pity that Uncle Han’s will is depressed now, and I’m afraid he won’t want to use the Lihun Saber again.”

Han Ye said: "But the knife that he never left his body?"

Hua Wuti nodded.

Han Ye thought of Han Tiecheng's way of wiping the knife every night, and remembered the black thing that looked like blood on the handle of the knife.

"How about this, since Uncle Han entrusted you to me to teach you to read and write, then let's study." Hua Wujuan said: "However, I have to ask you, what books have you read before?"

Han Ye didn't know what books Han Yexin had read, but judging by Han Tiecheng's appearance, he probably didn't know how to teach them.So he shook his head and said, "Second brother Hua, I don't know anything."

Hua Wujuan was not surprised at all, put away the "Analects of Confucius", and pulled out "Thousand Characters": "If you want to learn, you must start from the basics. If you don't lay a solid foundation, it's like climbing to the sky in one step. How can there be such a good thing?" ?” He said, “It’s like that Hua Qitong outside, who looks good, but what’s the use of looking good? He’s not going to perform on stage. Brother Xiaohan, are you right?”

With Han Ye's eyesight, he could see that Hua Manlou was staring with dissatisfaction.However, he would not resist the devil Huamanlou was talking about, so he nodded.

Hua Wujuan smiled and patted his head: "Younger brother Xiaohan is good, let's learn the thousand-character prose."

Hua Wujuan's teaching method is not new at all, he read it once, and Han Ye read it again: "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations..."

Han Yexin said, fortunately, he studied Chinese before, so these things can be considered at his fingertips.Hua Wujuan also nodded and said: "Brother Xiaohan can be taught, but it's useless to memorize it, you have to be able to write." After speaking, he picked up a pen and explained word by word.At this time, I can see that Hua Wujuan has a wide knowledge of classics and history, is proficient in poetry and prose, and when he speaks words, he speaks clearly and clearly, and everything is interesting.

Han Ye thought, if Professor Zhang taught like this, he wouldn't be able to time travel!

But when it came time to actually start writing, it was difficult.Han Ye's handwriting is really not beautiful.

Hua Wujuan didn't care too much, and wrote down the first four sentences of the Thousand Characters: "Writing is like practicing martial arts. It is not something that can be practiced overnight. It has to be done step by step. The homework of these few days will start with Make it red."

He blew on the paper and smiled: "Write a hundred sheets a day, and it won't take long before I can write."

Han Ye dripped a drop of cold sweat, Xin Dao finally understood why Hua Manlou called him the devil!The second young master of the Hua family seems to be a ghost, but the teaching method is not discounted at all!

After Hua Wujuan assigned a task, he went out and looked at Huamanlou with a smile.

"Xiaoqi, raise your hands flat, don't be lazy."

Hua Wujuan raised the hand that was carrying Huamanlou, and looked at the sun: "I'll let someone tell you when I let it go." Then he said to the room: "Brother Xiaohan, too, practice calligraphy hard, and write the last one tomorrow. Show me the good one." After saying that, he shook his hand and walked out of the yard.

As soon as Hua Wujuan left, Han Ye came out immediately. Ba stood by the courtyard gate to see that he had really gone far, and then walked slowly to Huamanlou's side, imitating Hua Wujuan, with his hands behind his back: "Xiaoqi, can you?" Don't be lazy, raise your hands higher."

Hua Manlou glared at him.

Han Ye must be sure and sure now that Hua Manlou can't speak while practicing this.So he had more fun, and walked around Huamanlou a few times, trying to observe this young man who could almost challenge the Guinness Book of Records from different angles.

"Well, I'm hungry." Han Ye rubbed his stomach and said, "Go eat something." He looked up at the sky, then at Huamanlou, and shook his head: "It's inhuman, it's inhuman."

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt that his buttocks were lifted, and he fell to the ground in a flat sand falling wild goose pose.

When he turned around, he saw Hua Manlou looking at him with a smile, one foot on the ground, and one foot pulling a stone over.

Han Ye was shocked, and he rolled and crawled: "Hua Manlou, you are a person with martial arts, you want to talk about martial arts! Oops! Oops!"

Flowers Manlou, what a deal!If this stone hits Bao Bao's head, you are responsible for being stupid!